"Hey, hey, don't fucking sleep, get up for Lao Tzu," Woe Duxing looked at the igloo where half of the walls were reflected in red, and gently shouted with his feet to get up.

", do you have athlete's foot, don't you have a score?" Kyushu knew that a carp was fighting, and pulled out the horse chopping knife with his hand, "Let's go, go out and have a look." The two men felt the astonishing aura outside, and kicked back to back and smashed the frozen door.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, and the moon-yellow ring pupils took in the vision of the proud peak in the distance. I saw that on the top of Aofeng, the orange-red firelight made the dark sky shine like a sunrise, and the whole Aofeng looked like a large ice cream drizzled with a layer of chili oil from a distance. "My God, Xiao Zhenyue, should that guy stab God's *****? So much red stuff coming out? Kyushu Yijian joked inappropriately.

"It's getting hot?" Woe Lone stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread, and the wind that was hot by the heavenly fire passed through his fingers, "Let's go now!" "Woe alone made a decision, and his body was pulled out, like an arrow from the string, flying towards the proud peak." Wait for me! "Kyushu knew a sword and shook the saber, carried it on his back, and followed closely behind.

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It is said that three days ago, he sensed that the body of Cold Frost City, which had accompanied him for many years, was gone, and Leng Yun, a sword weaver with a calm temperament and a destiny to see the world, was also caught by a sourness, and looked at the eleventh peak in front of him, the former residence of Cold Frost City, and did not close his eyes for a long time, only watching the sunrise and sunset, white clouds and dogs.

"Miss Leng, you have been sitting here for three days, Zhenyue doesn't understand the girl's thoughts, but he also knows that he is sad for a long time, and he just turned out a few handfuls of white beans in the kitchen, thinking that the girl is hungry on weekdays, and cooked a bowl of porridge, if the girl doesn't like Zhenyue Menglang, go back and eat some." After Xiao Zhenyue finished speaking, seeing that Leng Yun had no reaction, he shook his head and retreated. This time on the Proud Peak, I was overjoyed and surprised, happy that the sword weaver had someone, and the surprise was that this sword weaver was actually a delicate girl, the hands were as white as the snow of the Proud Peak, the nails were not oiled, and they were as crystal as ice on the Proud Peak. In short, she doesn't look like a swordsmith, but more like a reclusive girl in the Peach Blossom Garden.

However, Xiao Zhenyue is also conscientious, no matter whether his weapon is landed or not, he can't let her die on this proud peak, but unfortunately, who will cure the wound in his heart?

It was getting late, Xiao Zhenyue cleaned up a little, glanced at the road from a distance, sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the long sword in his hand, "Forget it, go down the mountain early tomorrow morning, the ancestors of the Xiao family will not have weapons, and neither will my father, so don't you come over like this?" After comforting himself, Xiao Zhenyue put his head on the pillow, and after a while, an even snoring sound sounded.

In the long night, the fine snowflakes covered the cold and thin delicate body, and the beauty made of snow raised her hand, "like an ice lotus." The pale blue snow blue bloomed, sweeping away the snow on his body, and some of the beauties who had been reduced slowly pushed open the door, and the milky white porridge on the small table in the room had formed a layer of thin ice, "He has a heart, and it's time." Heating with internal force, he hastily drank a few sips, and Leng Yun unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a scar, which was the scar left by the first time he knitted the sword, and now the other side was about to suffer a new wound.

The soft hand caressed the skin but left the most ruthless traces, coldly biting his lip, his face expressionless like an iceman, and with a strong pull, a burning bone was hissed out.

Leng Yun was born with yang bone iron marrow, and had to be trapped on top of Ao Feng, otherwise he would be roasted to death by his own bones, but talented people, even if God closed the door tightly, they also earned a way, for the sword weaver, this hot and hard rib is the best sword casting material.

"Wow, it's so hot, how can it be so hot?" Xiao Zhenyue tossed and turned on the bed, sweat poured into his eyes, and when he touched his forehead, it was already a rain. "Is that a fire outside? It's not good, it's not that the cold girl can't think about it! Thinking of this, Xiao Zhenyue flew out of the window and went straight to the place where the red light and fireworks were at their peak. Cold girl? Where are you? Don't look for a dagger! ”

"Don't mess up, what can be solved is urgent and bothersome, and it's useless to panic. I'm just forging a sword here, don't come near and protect the Dharma for me. Leng Yun stabilized Tianhuo and explained to Xiao Zhenyue.

"I see, Zhenyue will be a good girl." When Xiao Zhenyue heard the good news, he finished his words, and began to patrol around the Tianhuo Residence with his sword, really with a momentum of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. "This amazing feeling must be the birth of a divine soldier, and the additional testimony that my Xiao family has never used in its entirety in the past generations is about to appear in my hands? Hmmmmhahahaha......"

Along the hot wind retrograde to find the calamity alone with his hands on the eaves, "Brother Kyushu, it seems that we are not going the wrong way." The rapid march turned into light and flew all the way, and Kyushu Yijian Zhi was quite unbearable, "How can you see it?" If you find the wrong way, I'll behead you. ”

"You see that Yang Tian is smiling like a fool, isn't it Xiao Zhenyue?" Woe Lone stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and Kyushu looked at it with a sword, but when he saw that the city lord of Xiao, who was not smiling in the past, was inserted in his waist and opened his mouth, he didn't know that he thought he was catching bird.

"Ahem," Xiao Zhenyue, who was seen in an ugly state, coughed a few times and ended his embarrassment, "What are you doing?" "Of course, it's to see the excitement, look at this posture, most of them are going to have a divine soldier born, congratulations to City Lord Xiao in advance." Woe alone touched his hair, and the ends of it were already dry.

"Yes, yes, Lord Xiao has waited for three days to have a divine weapon, I know that the first sword in Kyushu is so handsome, and I have patience, please ask the master of the sword weaver, can you also have a sharp weapon." Before the Tianzhiyi product was formed, the sharp sword qi cut people's eyes and eyes, and Kyushu Yijian didn't care at all, just looked at the sword shadow figure in the firelight with envy.

"Don't mention this in advance, the two of you will sell me a face, and wait for the divine soldiers here." Xiao Zhenyue was afraid of disaster and walked alone in his life, so he bowed his head and begged.

"I'm not a swordsman, and I know that weapons are like lives to warriors, and I'm not so stupid." Woe alone took a step back and watched quietly. And Kyushu has long only seen the shadow of the sword and heard the sound of the sword.

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Jin Wu Dongsheng, it's another day, it's okay to go alone, Xiao Zhenyue and Kyushu Yijian know that the eye circles are already so dark that their faces are drooping. For twenty-seven days, the fire has been boiling for twenty-seven days, and the momentum is getting weaker and weaker, but it gives people a more and more condensed feeling, just like the snowflakes in the sky and the icebergs on the ground, although the former is grand, but it is not as solid as the latter.

It's just another breath, but the feeling of the sword weaver's coldness is getting worse and worse, which makes the two swordsmen who love swords like crazy worry about their hearts.

"Young Master Xiao, the sword will be born, and the sword will be received with blood!" Xiao Zhenyue's spirit was lifted, and he drew a foot-long hole in his hand without scruples, and the moth rushed into the fire.

At this moment, "Sword Demon Flow!" ”